Where they from?
Arizona. We are at the MLB All-Star break, which means it’s officially the slowest sports week of the year. Even the World Cup doesn’t have any games until Wednesday. All this means I have to dive deep introspectively and find a personality outside of sports, which for those who like to disassociate from reality, is incredibly hard. I think I’ll watch the Spongebob Movie for the 13th time.

Why the hype?
If nothing, this band belongs in the Hall-Of-Fame of difficult band names to explain to your parents. Outside of that, these guys are one of the most punishing units to ever dance along the line between powerviolence and hardcore. The breakdowns are these lumbering oafs that mash and splatter your face into the bedrock concrete of fastcore and the vocals are pure misanthropy and self-loathing in audio form. This band is Tough with a capital T. Great music to lose teeth to, if I don’t say so myself.

Latest release?
Cautionary Tale out now on To Live A Lie Records. Despite taking a few years off, this band hasn’t missed a single step, slathering the listener with angular groove intermittent with ferocious single-pedal powerviolence. The world just keeps burning itself to a crisp and this band is providing the perfect soundtrack for it.

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